I haven't been to a party in a while actually. I've just been focused on my career, and I had no time for social interaction with other humans who I will forget the next day, maybe week but that's pushing it.

And I really don't want it to be a repeat of my last party with Billie was like.

"Knock knock, hope you're not naked!" Rich said as he opened my bedroom door.

I gave him a weird glare, "the fuck Rich?!" I said. "I didn't want you to be naked when I walked in, but it doesn't matter."

"Ok then." is Rich on some crack I don't know about? That would explain a lot.

"Are you ready yet?" He asked. "Does it look I'm ready?" I said pointing at my clothes, which was a band t-shirt and shorts. "No need for attitude y/n," Rich says crossing his arms, "Whatever. Can you help? Maybe?" I say.

"Why would you need my help?" He questioned, "cause if it's bad I could just say you picked it out and I was being a nice friend?" I say it all in one fast sentence. Rich sighed, "Fine. Come with me." He said going towards my closet.

I thanked him and followed. The reason I wanted him to pick my clothes is because I don't want to look like a garbage bag on meth. And I also, maybe, kinda, wanna impress a certain someone.

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